andge

Fri, 17 Apr 2009 03:47:00 GMT

So, Tom proposed to me on Easter Sunday, and I said yes.

Everyone asks- how did it happen? And I have to say, our story isn't very exciting. I was cooking potatoes, he tapped me on the shoulder, asked me to marry him, and I said yes.

A little part of me is a bit sad that I didn't get the big proposal with picnic at the beach, or five star hotel etc. It must be so beautiful to have an amazing proposal story to tell. But then I remind myself that it isn't what really matters, and the fact is that as much as I love hearing the amazing stories, I cringe a little at the thought of it happening to me anyways.

We have such grand notions of romance, but really the bells and whistles are just that, and what really matters is that Tom wants to spend the rest of his life with me. That is pretty special.

HP massive competition- who would I share my winnings with?

Fri, 05 Dec 2008 02:25:17 GMT

I'm not generally one to enter competitions, but this one is just too good to pass up.

So, to answer Casey (from moosh in indy)'s question - "Who would you share all this magic with and how would you do it?"

Personally, I don't have the need for another computer. My apple macbook takes up enough space in my little little home, and the chances are that anything else would become a lovely resting place for one, or both of my dogs.

My dad is 58 and has advanced Parkinson's disease. He has been fighting this horrible degeneration for 16 years already, but has never given in or considered making any adaptations in his life until the last couple of years. Gross motor and general communication is becoming harder and harder, yet her refuses to give up his independent life, which includes his work. I think that the HP TouchSmart IQ816 PC would be absolutely perfect in helping him continue living his life as he is, but with the aid of awesome new technology.

I recently ran into an old school friend of mine at a launch for the 'Homeless world cup' Australian soccer team. As it turns out, he is actually captaining the team in it's quest to win the competition. We didn't go into detail, but in my mind I was wondering whether he was/had been homeless and what had happened. I saw him in a tv special the other night, and it turns out that he had been homeless for several years due to hard drug use, but had been rescued by one of the amazing street campaigners that we have in Sydney- Father Chris Reily. My old friend had gone on to finish university and do his honors degree. For that I would love to send one of those spiffy HP laptops his way to help him in his further education.

My "mother in law" does a lot of work with a church organisation who help refugee immigrants (many from African countries such as Somalia) settle in Sydney. Part of this includes picking up furniture, and any other equipment that may make their life a little bit easier/happier. I would gladly bestow the rest for distribution amongst the families under their care.

And that is my speil! I'm sure there are so many worthy entrants, I don't envy your job in choosing Casey!
(PS- the Moosh is totally the cutest little thing ever!)

Humbled.

Tue, 11 Nov 2008 22:20:22 GMT

You know those nights where you really don't feel like going out, but you have a ticket to something and friends to go along with so you go? Well last night was one of those.

Big Issue fundraiser - watching a documentary which was quite possibly the most moving I have seen.

"In the summer of 2006, while the football world's attention was focused on Germany, thousands of players around the globe were training hard and competing to be part of another world cup...The Homeless World Cup.
It began in 2001 as a wild idea to give homeless people a chance to change their lives through an international street soccer competition. Five years later, the annual Homeless World Cup was an internationally recognized sports competition.
500 homeless players from 48 nations would ultimately be selected to represent their country in Cape Town, South Africa—coming from such disparate parts of the world as war torn Afghanistan, the slums of Kenya, the drug rehab clinics of Dublin, Ireland, and the the streets of Charlotte, North Carolina.
Win or lose, it would be the journey of a lifetime."

I laughed, I cried and I walked out feeling grateful for everything I have, but also sad with an overwhelming feeling of wanting to help everyone.

If you get a chance- see this movie, support the homeless, buy the big issue and get along to the Homeless World Cup in Melbourne this year.

Last updated... 13 weeks ago!

Thu, 03 Apr 2008 22:10:11 GMT

hahaha! 13 weeks! I'm an ace blogger!

It's funny how time flies when you're having fun... or bored as it may be in my case. I've reached on of those points where my life has taken on a tedium that I really can't be bothered getting out of bed for. so I though I would isolate the components of my life to figure out what the problem may be.

Tom
nope- definitely not the problem. In fact, I would say he's one of the primary reasons I do get out of bed every morning. It's pretty amazing- I remember my mum telling me that you feel it inside when you meet the one. It just feels easy, stress free and never an effort. As much as it irks me when he gets all vague and loses things, it is just all over cute and loveable and really it makes me laugh more than it annoys me :) Aah yes. I am stupid in love... and I get a man who can make sails for our boat for cost price! bonus! Considering he does it for a living maybe it isn't that amazing.... moving right along, a picture!

Sailing
Sailing is fun. Sailing is also annoying. It's annoying to sail with people who don't listen to you and make stupid decisions. It's also annoying to sit around for hours in the middle of the harbour completely busting to go to the toilet (becuase you helped the boys drink all the beer) with not a lick of wind to be seen anywhere. However, the feeling of when the wind does kick in, and you put up a kite and fly down the harbour in a 28 foot boat overtaking 50 foot maxi's, knowing that one of natures greatest forces is what is powering you would have to be the most incredible thing ever. full stop. Ok, so sailing is great :)

mama and papa and little michi
I just had to make a not about what mum and dad did the other week for us. Tom and I were moving our little boat to it's new home in mosman, and mum and dad wanted to come down to have a squiz at our first sail in it (not that that happened- we ran out of time!). So they drove down to Mosman, helped us carry the boat about a km and brought us a picnic! Champagne to wet the boat and a freshly baked chocolate cake that was still warm! So we sat on the wharf watching the rich people go past on their lovely big boats and surveying the most beautiful city in the world! Little michi is just not so little- he's the raddest little (21 year old) brother ever :)

Work
What do you know! the culprit! I did actually know this all along but I just wanted to give credit to the things in my life that make me happy! Work is boring. I'm working on a major project that I'm really enjoying, but the little bits in between are so tedious that they make me want to throw things. BIG things. I'm over writing current awareness on Torts. I'm over writing about the legal industry. I'm over working with people who seem to need to find something the complain about and can never make a point in one sentence! I'm over doing work for lawyers who just don't give a crap. So I'm being proactive and looking for something else. Anyone need a researcher/ librarian/ knowledge manager? better still, anyone want to pay me to do nothing?

Right, so I've established that the days I go sailing are great. The days I go to work are not. My boyfriend is the best thing ever. I love my family very much.

The end

The Business

Tue, 15 May 2007 23:08:17 GMT

As off Sunday, "The Business" is coming first in the "Sports Boat" division.

Pretty good for a bunch of people who have no idea, sailing on a boat that is super fast and that no one else in Australia has dared to race here huh?!

[actually, I have no idea what I'm doing, most other people on the boat have a fairly good idea whats going on ;)]

I think its also worth mentioning that the boat is made in trinidad, and our 40 year old eligable bachelor owner/skipper likes to do fancy dancing.

My new home!!

Thu, 10 May 2007 05:35:34 GMT

big, 2 beds, 2 baths, under cover security parking.

moving in just over a week!!!

Happy Admin day!!

Wed, 02 May 2007 00:05:01 GMT

So, I don't actually work in an admin role, but our firm likes to lump all support staff as admin. I don't really like being classified as admin, but hey- when I get this on my desk in the morning:

a big lump of rocky road

and

in a nice white china bowl all wrapped up in celephane. Also get afternoon tea :)

so, yay admin day!!

Mon, 16 Apr 2007 01:04:47 GMT

I finally got around to uploading my photos from our fast and furious stint on the Gold Coast a couple of weeks ago.

I came to a couple of conclusions- for pictorial depiction....

My boy is insane. He runs around in his long johns and no shirt, straightens his hair hair when drunk, and goes on the bungie rocket thing after drinking for 8 hours straight and not sleeping for 2 days.

And he likes to climb masts. High ones.

And I love him muchos much

My dad is the bravest man in the world for facing his fears and racing an insanely crazy ocean race and coming through it un-scathed despite his disabilities.

(in the middle- white polo shirt, white hair and beard.)

Wet weather gear stinks after being worn in bad conditions for 2 days- I smelt for about 2 days after just touching it, and being on the boat! Someone had to hang it up to dry though... (just call me mum!)

Sherryn is crazy and beautiful and mega mega awesome-ness :)

5 Crazy days in the sun with Lockie, Dad, Sherryn and other assorted crew members provided me with more laughs that I can remember having in years. Special mention goes to matty and the seedy stripper who lap danced for you- I haven't laughed till I cried in a very very long time!

Today I feel like I might actually be ok.

Wed, 04 Apr 2007 23:03:44 GMT

It feels like every couple of months I hit this same point again, and post about it in here again.

Last night I had one of my classic breakdowns- over everything- the bottom of the barrel had been scraped and there was nothing left to give for myself or for anyone I love.

There has been a lot going on in my house recently, and as always, I seem to take it all on board as my own problems- I just can't help it. I should probably start from the beginning.

My Dad reached a major achievement last week by completeing his first open water sailing race. I was at the finish in Southport and was met by a very very weathered and beaten crew, who explained to me that the weather and seas were worse than in any Sydney to Hobart they had sailed. What a race for my poor papa to be christened with. Since then he has been pretty down. Everyone is so proud of him, and has continually told him so. He the picture of what sailors with disabilities is all about, yet this race showed him he wasn't able to do everything he had hoped he was able to do after his operation.

On top of that, mum is in Europe at the moment, so where we would generally share the "job" of trying to uplift dad, its all feeling pretty lonely. It's just shitty, I don't know how to deal with it properly- I know he's depressed, and I'm doing everything I can to care for him, so that nothing else can bring him down, but I feel like I'm even struggling with that. I honestly have so much apprciation for everything my mum does, but now I have even more. The house is a mess- its dirty. The dog hasn't been on nearly as many walks as he should have been and the fridge is full of rotting vegetables that I don't even have the time to consider cooking.

It feels so self centered writing all this now, but I seriously have reached the bottom. I don't mind being there and helping everyone, but sometimes I need to be looked after too.

Tue, 06 Mar 2007 00:13:49 GMT

Results say: that my boobies are all good :)

Mon, 19 Feb 2007 05:12:09 GMT

Free ticket to Snow Patrol tonight at the Hordern.

Working tomorrow night on the charter boat for the Queen Mary, Queen Elizabeth boat event

and I'm tired already.

But it will be fun- yay!!!

Edit: AND I want to go to the Fall Out Boy concert at the Hordern on the 8th march, but I don't think anyone will go with me. Yes I am Emo.

Wed, 31 Jan 2007 02:24:40 GMT

People who always eat from the biscuit/lolly jar, but never contribute anything themselves make me very very angry.

The view from our villa in Italy

Mon, 30 Oct 2006 04:52:41 GMT

In other news, I am no longer unemployed! woo!

Have interviewed for one job since my return, and have landed it! Pretty happy with those statistics, and the package they're offering isn't too shabby either :) Start date is on Monday, which is pretty much what I had planned for! Happy Happy. My new job is Intranet and Content Librarian in the Minter Ellisons Know-How team. I'm so techy, or will be... maybe..

Adam's back in just over two weeks

Thu, 26 Oct 2006 07:37:58 GMT

my love for sailing has become all consuming these last few weeks- All I can think about is being back on the water, seeing Sydney from the best possible angle. leisure sailing on sundays and twilight racing on wednesday nights.

the object of my affection is Kaz (now actually known as NRMA due to a sponsor change!) and is owned by my dad's crew 'Sailors with disABILITIES'. Not all of them are disabled, but all of them are able sailors despite some of them lacking of limbs or senses. They inspire me, and the work that they do with disabled people and their carers is so great.

Bringing joy to someone elses life whilst doing what you love has got to be the coolest thing in the world.

I am home.

Fri, 13 Oct 2006 09:41:08 GMT

so far I have:

had dinner with my family

given present to my family

slept in my own bed with a little lovely dog at my feet

scored a job interview at Minter Ellison

gone shopping

made phonecalls to 4 of the most important people in my life

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Chinese Laundry tomorrow night- will be there from 8pm. Be there or be square.

I'm pretty jet lagged, but slept 10 hours last night so it isn't that bad.

Despite my boy being on the other side of the world, I am loving being home.

Yarni, I forgot to tell you I bought you ciggarettes, and a bottle of pimms for us to drink in Nelson Bay.

x

Peta's Fundraiser B & S Ball

Thu, 28 Sep 2006 14:40:38 GMT

crazy crazy night.

I ended up leaving my workmate Gordon in Putney on his own- i found a cab, jumped in and left him there.... Sorry Gordon!

5000 pounds were raised for Peta- which is fantastic. She's now walking, talking and at home. I've been having text and email convo's with her and one of the first things I'm going to do when I get home is a road trip to dubbo to visit her.

I can't believe that we've gone from being told to say our goodbyes to having her write me emails telling me about her plans to move to Sydney permanently and finding work.

keep going Peta :)

My life has become a countdown

Tue, 26 Sep 2006 15:07:34 GMT

3 days of work left

8 days left in London

1 week and 1 day till I fly to Pisa

2 weeks and 2 days till I land in Sydney

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I keep wondering what its going to be like being at home again.

I see photos and people look the same.
I read stories, and people sound the same.

One may safely deduce that things will be the same. But will they? Do I want them to be??

Sometimes thinking about coming home does my head in, but mostly I'm so excited that I really don't know what to do with myself.

Things I am looking forward to....

Tue, 19 Sep 2006 10:49:34 GMT

soaking up the sun in Tuscany

Going to the beach in Sydney- Seeing the pacific ocean, laying on the warm sand

Getting dressed up and going to Opera Bar- Having a glass of champagne between the Opera house and the Harbour Bridge and appreciating Sydney Harbour

Seeing the people who I have missed so so much over the last year- my best friends in the entire world.

Being able to hug my dad properly, to go bike riding with him and to go sailing with him

Walking my dog

Starting a new job

Buying an apartment

Always having someone to call, to go shopping with, to have a drink with.

Sleeping in my own bed!

Mon, 04 Sep 2006 13:32:40 GMT

So it's been about 2 weeks since I got back from Spain so I thought it was about time to share it with you in the shortest form I can manage!

Yes, we got caught in the first day of the 'Critical' Terror alerts. After 7 hours of queuing and not having any idea of what was actually going on, I was finally sitting on my easyjet flight with nothing but my passport and my wallet! it was 1pm and I had been up since 5:30am. It was scary, and despite being happy that they were taking insane precautions, I was very grumpy!

I think the easiest way to go through my rather full 10 days of Spain is in kinda point form by city.

Barcelona
I love Barcelona- It's a city I could see myself living in. Its vibrant and busy, but still has the charming tiny backstreets that are so 'Spanish'.

Awesome tiny bars- one night saw us roaming the backstreets, sitting in an old traditional bar, a newer funky traditional bar, a total dive, a really funky lounge style warehouse bar and then in a random Jazz club (where I bought the coolest cd that hasn't left our cd player!)

The Massive hike up to the castle/fort on the hill over looking Barcelona gave us the birds eye view of how big it actually is! I love the fact that when in the back streets it feels like a small town, when on the main street it feels like a busy buzzing city and when on the beach it feels like a coastal getaway.

The most amazing building that we saw on our trip was definitely Gaudi's Sagrada Familia.
It's still being built- and the neo gothic style and detail makes it one of the most amazing structures I have ever seen.

We did start off our trip backpacking, managed to get a private room in an awesome hostel which was in an apartment building where the apartments had just been converted into assorted sized rooms. Our room looked over the cutest courtyard where the cuban owner would bbq interesting meats and make mojitos everynight. The only hazard was the old man across from us who took down his washing in his giant undies, and then proceeded to stuff the washing into his undies before going back inside. interesting.

(4.5 hour bus trip to Valencia)

Valencia
Valencia is a quiet version of Barcelona. Before I went there it was described to me as a big city with a small town feel- I couldn't have put it better myself. The buildings all through the city are amazing.

Being Spain in August, we expected it to be hot. But the weather that we came across in Valencia was insane. So sunny, and so hot! I love the heat, but this was getting close to unbearable outside, and inside our hostel was a joke. We were there for 2 nights, sharing a 4 bed room with another couple. The rooms all faced an inside courtyard which was the lounge, but other than that had no opening windows. The heat was oppressive- I don't think I slept the 2 nights that we were there. We had 6 fans going in our room and I still felt like I was dying. yucky!

Thank god the beach there was great (although quite far away- about 20 minutes on the tram from the town centre). My first full swim in the Mediterranean (since March: weather was warm in north Africa but the water wasn't!!) and it was like taking a bath! I have never been in water that warm- even in north Queensland.

(2 hour train ride to Alicante)

Alicante
This was the relaxing middle leg of our trip. We needed somewhere to stop between Valencia and Southern Spain so Alicante it was. Having not booked any accommodation in advance our options were limited- the cheapest thing we could find was a 4 star hotel skyscraper where our apartment (!!) had a bedroom, lounge room and marble bathroom with air con! yay! we looked a sight rocking up with our packs but getting a good nights sleep, having our own bathroom and being able to order beer from room service was definitely worth it.

Room with a view:

2 days on the beach, eating tapas and drinking Sangria, with a view to die for from our 19th floor room

Trend of castles/forts: Smart in case of invasions, and awesome tourist attractions. See the city from a birds eye view, and take awesome photos! The actual structures themselves are also incredible.

(5 hour bus ride to Almeria, on the back seat in the midday sun with about a million screaming children on the bus and no air con. not cool.)

Almeria

The wind! oh my god the wind. I have never ever almost been blown over whilst walking down the street.

But so so pretty.

The castle/fort in Almeria was particularly amazing due to it's giant wall thing

and half renovated state: amazing gardens on one side, and practially rubble on the other. Unfortunately due to the wind I whinged, and we fought and I fell over and it was hard to appreciate the beauty with my hair whipping my face, but looking back on the photos now I can see it.

(2 hour train ride to Granada))

Granada
Granada was a bit of a gamble- we weren't initially going but a few people in Barcelona told us that it was an awesome student town etc etc. Since the train ride to Seville was 5 hours altogether we figured it was worth stopping in Granada for a night. The place we stayed was nice, but in the bad part of town. The only rain was had on our whole trip was that day in Granada which made the whole sightseeing thing pretty unpleasant. We trudged around for a while, but decided a hot shower and a siesta would be a better idea until it stopped raining! And sure enough- we got up and headed into town for some shopping, food and drink and it was lovely.

The main shopping street leads up to this amazing little alley way that leads to their castle (surprise surprise!) and the old town has the cutest little lanes that lead to huge squares filled with restaurants and bars.

(3 hour train ride to Seville)

Seville

Simply said, Seville is beautiful.

Our accommodation was in the typical style villa- where the rooms all open out into a courtyard. It also had a rooftop garden which was lovely for an afternoon siesta.

Main Cathedral in the town centre is the 2nd biggest cathedral in Europe. Originally a Muslim Mosque was built on the site, and the Catholics rebuilt it in gothic style when it started to crumble. The bell tower is the only remnant of the Mosque.

Los torros- the Bulls. Unfortunately the big fight was on the weekend after we were there! but we got to see the bull ring and museum anyways.

(and Adam made me do a stupid bull impression and then took a photo- hahaha)

Flamenco show

Tapas

and walks took up the rest of our trip.

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I love Spain. The people, the language, the culture (siesta every day!), the food.

okey dokey!

Thu, 24 Aug 2006 11:44:58 GMT

things look to be all good (apart from dad being totally unlike himself and being a grumpy old man!)

op went well, they haven't turned the thingy on yet, but they stimulated the parts of the brain during the operation and mum said she hasn't seen him not shake at all in like forever! exciting. Apparently this also shows that its effective enough that he shouldn't have to take meds as well! he'll be shakey again by tomorrow, at which point they will turn it all on and check to see its all functioning as should.

Dad is being all pooey though- the last 3 hours of the op are under general anisthetic so we're blaming it on that. he's been making all sorts of grumpy old man demands (bed up, then two minutes later he wants to go to sleep and have the bed down! haha). The surgeon also was talking about how this is only the first step in a lengthly process- learning to deal without the obvisous symptoms but also dealing with the not so obvious ones. parkinson's also affects cognitive functions etc etc. So a long road ahead, but a positive start! I still can't believe its all happening :)

The phone call I dreaded and wanted at the same time.

Tue, 22 Aug 2006 08:17:37 GMT

My dad never calls, it's too hard for him to use the phone, so imagine my shock to have him on the other end of the line last night.

He is being operated on on Thursday.

I resigned yesterday stating my last day as end of September on the grounds that Dad would be having the Op soon and I had to go home to be there for it. Now its on Thursday.

I'm in shock, I want to be there for him. I'm not afraid of the operation itself, but I'm afraid of it not working and us all having to face the reality that the medication isn't working anymore and there isn't anything to be done to improve his quality of life.

My dad said he's scared shitless, and I don't blame him! 8 hours on the operating table, awake, while doctors mess with your brain is a pretty intense thing to have to go through.

10am Sydney time thursday.

ps: spain was awesome. more to come on that when I've got my head around everything else!

Because I <3 my [not so] Little Brother

Mon, 31 Jul 2006 08:49:27 GMT

and a few random ones from Krakow

Semi good news all round!

Fri, 28 Jul 2006 08:52:52 GMT

Monday: Peta was awake :) eyes open, looking at you when you spoke to her. Lifting her head, morving her left arm and left foot. I realised that she was doing the same sequence of movement over and over, but it was better :)

Wednesday: Yarni got a nice judge :)

Thursday: Visited Peta on my own last night. She had obviously just bee bathed as her hair was all wet and they had dressed her in her own PJ's! yay! The ventilator had also been disconnected- so she is breathing on her own! Peta was asleep as she had been worn out with the whole bathing thing, but they had the TV on for her which I thought was nice. I Had a chat with the nurse and apparently Peta is following simple commands such as blinking her eyes to answer questions and squeezing a hand (although faintly!) on command :) I was so excited hearing it, but it really didn't seem real.

Peta woke up for a bit and was looking at me while I was stroking her arm. The nurse told her she was going to give her an injection, and after it was done she asked peta to blink her eyes if she was ok- and she did! I almost cried. It was so incredible. I guess it was bittersweet though, my though is- if she is following commands, does that mean she is trapped inside her body?? Adam says it may be that she is starting all over again - learning to do things, rather than re-learning or struggling to do things that she could do before. I really hope so.

Washed some of her clothes- so will be going back to see ehr tomorrow! will go after lunch so that she is awake.

Going to a free comedy show tonight- apparently some comedian who is going to the Edinburgh festival testing his material! should be cool.

Picnic in green park tomorrow to drink up some (or alot!) of the duty free vodka we have collected!

Spain in 2 weeks!!

Things are looking ok at the moment :)

Fri, 21 Jul 2006 13:31:30 GMT

I guess I should write a quick update on Peta as all of you have been so supportive over the last couple of weeks.

I received a phone call on Monday while I was waiting for my taxi to take me to the Airport in krakow from a mate telling me that the MRI results were in and that peta would most likely never wake up. He told me to get to London asap to say my goodbyes as her parents were taking her home. I cried and cried, and don't actually remember getting from the apartment to the airport. We had just missed the earlier flight back so called the hospital the see if we could come in late late at night and thankfully the nurse told us to go home first, and to come in first thing in the morning.

They had sat her in a chair for the first time since the accident- a big intensive care unit type thing, but a chair none the less. Her face was gaunt, but to see her without the life support tubes was much more pleasant. A nurse came and sat with us for about 20 minutes explaining what the MRI had actually shown and what that mean't for now and the future.

Peta's brain stem was completely destroyed on the impact with the tube which means that she will never function as a fully capable human being, and possibly never fully wake up. She isn't responding to simple commands such as hand squeezing or sticking out the tounge, however she is somewhat acknowledging peoples presence by flickering her eyes, or moving her mouth a bit.

Apparently it takes 2 years to be able to gauge the full extent of the brain injury, however her lack of response to treatment and recovery methods has indicated to the hospital that if there is going to be any sort fo scope for rehabilitation for communication and movement it will most likely not be for a very long time. For this reason they're trying to get her home asap, however the costs and logistics involved are astronomical.

80,000 pounds to take her home on a commercial flight. That’s 250k australian.
8 seats get taken out of the rear row of the plane and peta gets sedated and put on a stretcher. Accompanying her would be one family member, an intensive care nurse and her ventialtor machine which is supporting breaths that she is taking herself. Hopefully the govt here will contribute as its cheaper to send her home than keep her in a 2000 pound a day hospital bed, but the rest.... On top of the money, being peak season in Australia there aren't any seats.

It has all been pretty surreal seeing as though we were told that she likely to pull through. A couple of friends had organised a betting tote to raise money for her mum- a 5 pound entry to buy a time slot that you thought she would wake up in. I'd say we're all in shock.

So this is where it stands now. I can talk about it suprisingly calmly, but I'm pretty sure that it hasn't hit me yet. talking about it actually helps me to realise that this is really happening and I'm stuck in a bad dream- Thank you to you patient ones who have leant me your ears. The thing that scares me the most, is that she is fully comprehending everything that’s going on around her, but stuck in her body. It's something that we will never know. I dream about Peta as she was, and never will be again. I cry in private, but I'm strong for her family and my friends.

Thank You!

Tue, 04 Jul 2006 14:48:02 GMT

Big fat squishy thanks to everyone for their responses to my last post.

Unfortunately I have no good news to report, but gladly I have no bad news to report either.

Peta is still the same- the pressure on her brain has been going up and down a bit, but not in anyway that the nurses etc are overly alarmed about.

Her Mum, Dad, Nan and little sister flew in yesterday morning and are all relieved to be able to see her. They're so grateful for everything that we've done, and have asked us to keep visiting.

More positive vibes!!

meanwhile I am soooo tired. I haven't slept properly since the accident and have been having manic recurring dreams about Peta every night. My functionality is probably at about 10% and my boss has told me on numerous occasions that I can come and go as I need to from work. As much as I don't want to be at work, I don't want to be at home, or alone, or anywhere where I can be left alone with my own thoughts for long periods of time!!